King Sized Bed

Merry Christmas fam, i've been trying to put this up all day but the network connection has been so slow. Anyway, this is a poem a friend wrote and I decided to put it up here because i loved it. He calls it " King Sized Bed" enjoy.

In the beginning was a Father's heart broken. A son and a daughter's defiance. Severed a gloriously knitted token. Sin glorified and honored with compliance.

Clad in our coats of many colors. Different shades of iniquity. Gulping from unrepentant gutters. As the old serpent basked in diabolic felicity

From the roof of Heaven the Father cried. The harp of sorrow in His Spirit played. For man lived but died. The flesh he served and obeyed.

For our souls many a lamb did bargain. None worthy enough to purchase on retail. But a kingly lamb offered to be slain. On a tree hung and pierced with the sinner's nail.

So on that night when shepherds in a field lay. A baby cried on our behalf. That we may no longer be enslaved clay. And our souls freed to laugh.

With the crown of salvation upon His head. Lay the royal Lamb in a manger. A glorious King Sized Bed. Emmanuel. A most welcome heavenly stranger.

Courtesy: Nana Prempeh.(find him on twitter @Quophey)

Citizens of the Exam room

Its Examination time again and today I’m going to tell you the different types of Ghanaians who write exams;

1) Over Achiever: these are the most annoying exam writers ever. They are the people who ask for more answer booklets when you are still on the second or third sheet. They are those who whip out calculators and start punching in figures when you didn’t even know there was a question that demanded the use of a calculator. They smile and give each other knowing looks when the paper starts and they never ever bomb a paper, if it rocked everyone, they are a part of the minority that's getting an A.

2) Shadows aka Copycats: these people have no idea what is going on, they have the equipment but don’t know what to do with them. The do everything the Over Achiever does, when a calculator is whipped out, they take theirs too, and just punch in random numbers till the OA puts theirs down. They seem to know what they are doing but most of the time, their booklet just has a lot empty spaces, sort of like brandy’s South African concert.

3) Giraffes: these people are those who spend half of the exam time craning their necks to see what someone else is doing, you wonder if they ever study. They are always asking “What are the answers from number one to ten” if it’s a multiple choice exam or “turn your paper and let me see” if it’s written. They do no independent work and are proud of it. And they end up getting good grades because believe it or not they are always seated next to the Over Achievers.

4) Flirts: these people are everywhere; they are usually a mix between a giraffe and hotness. They don’t stress themselves out like the normal giraffes do in an exam trying hard not to get caught. No, that’s too basic for them. They flirt their way to success. These are the guys who “run” female invigilators and the girls who always have their mammalian glands (that’s breast for those who don’t know) pouring out of their clothes. They are master multi-taskers, distracting an invigilator with their words or bodies and doing their “group work” all at the same time. These people deserve gold medals, citations, in fact, stop reading for a moment and just give them a round of applause *standing up and clapping slowly*

5) God’s Time is the best aka God dey: these are the people who didn’t study, can’t join the ranks of the giraffes because they are sitting with people just like them and aren’t hot enough to join the flirts, get rocked by the paper and are like the first to leave the exam hall. They come out quoting bible verses and remind you of miraculous incidents in the bible or quickly change the topic when the questions come up for “after exam discussion”. They become a whole new person during the exam period, calling upon the name of God and sending you spiritual whatsapp messages, making you question how well you know them. Once the exams end though, they are back in the club, popping, locking and dropping it like no one’s business. The process is repeated when the results are released though (that’s another post)

6) Long Distance: these are the people who seek answers far across the hall, distance is not a problem to them. They don’t care how far you go, they will follow, they will send you notes, whisper your name, even use their own version of sign language and Morse code. They are also those who get caught first too, let’s face it, Long Distance doesn’t last.

So this post is just a little observation I made after spending many a time in an exam hall, don’t ask me where I fit in though, it’s a secret. *wink* I dedicate this article to my dear friend, Prince Dagadu, because he asked for a post like this, though I doubt this was what he had in mind. You can read his blog here: http://princedagadu.blogspot.com/

And to all those almost done with their papers *yay* ^_^ and those now starting: “Aja Aja Fighting!”

The Normality of Corruption.

This article was written by a semi-deranged girl running on 4 hours of sleep and having just written a morphology paper. If there is any resemblance to anyone, dead or alive or tweeting (let's face it, twitter is a world on its own), maybe its them, who knows, life goes on.

Now that we've got that out of the way, back to business. A few days ago, that was on the 8th of December, there was a Ghanaian bloggers meeting and the issue of Corruption came up. What then is corruption? thefreedictionary.com defines it as "the state of being corrupt" and it says that Corrupt means "lacking in integrity; open to or involving bribery or other dishonest practices"

So that is what they say corruption is. Now let me give you the GG definition of corruption, in an easy to ubderstand prose. leggo!

1) The class was noisy again, the teacher had come in to warn the class prefect that if he came and there were no names of talkatives, he would recieve the punishment on behalf of the class. Kojo pushed his glasses up his nose as he scribbled down names adding Dp and Tp liberally, he didnt want to be punished. The class realised too late what was going on, taking out books and pretending to read, Kojo just smiled when they'd ask "is my name there?"

Of course it was there, did they think he was going to be lashed because of them?

"Mr. Andoh is coming" the class lookout whispered.

The message travelled to Fiifi's ears in a matter of seconds, he knew his name was on the list and he knew if Mr. Andoh got him again that day, sitting would be a thing of the past to him.

"Kojo, clean my name and i'll let you read my Ebony graphic"

Kojo feverishly rewrote the names out, making sure Fiifi's name wasnt there. He'd wanted to read that paper all day and he was not going to miss his chance, one ommission wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Are these the names?"

"Yes sir"

"If you hear your name, come here"

"ei, fiifi's name was there, why isnt he infront" was the muttering floating around in the class.

No one had the courage to stand up and speak up though, so fiifi and Kojo got away with it.

2) She smiled as they opened the gates for her, she didnt have authorised permission to use those gates let alone that route but there was a lot of traffic and she couldn't afford to wait. It's surprising what 1gh cedi and a few sweet words could get you.

3) The swings were full and break was almost up, she was desperate for a ride. She walked up to Serwa forcing her to slow down from her frenzied swinging. Her feet had been kicking up and down as she went higher and higher, her school skirt fluttering in the breeze. She held the chains of the swing and asked Serwa in the sweetest tone she could muster,

"Please let me have a turn, break is almost over"

"No" Serwa shouted.

Everyone started to look their way, and Ama was begining to feel uncomfortable, she hated being the center of attraction.

"i'll buy you fanpop" "No, ah. what is wrong with you, I said I won't let you use my swing"

People were watching now but Ama had started seeing red, how dare Serwa, all she wanted was a ride and now she was being insulted.

"If you don't let me ride, i'll tell everyone what you wrote in your diary about Kwamena" She whispered.

the look on Serwa's face was priceless, it was beyond a Kodak moment. She quickly got down and stood behind the swing.

"Let me push you, what are friends for"

Ama got on the swing and smiled, finally she got her turn on the swings and someone to push her as well. She was very lucky.

What am I trying to say here? Corruption is everywhere and until we can accept the fact that everyone of us is corrupt and make the effort to enforce a change,there will be nothing new in that area. Say no to corruption, let's all do our part.

Writing this is killing me, it means I have to do my part, it means I have to stand in line like everyone else and not use shortcuts when i'm buying stuff, I have to do independent work on all my assignments and not "compare" my work. There are so many corrupt activities that we have come to see as normal but until we step up and kill the seedlings, they'll grow into something much worse.